A/N- I own nothing of Harry Potter
Starts after Order of the Phoenix
(Sorry if my grammar isn't the best.)
A New Opportunity
Chapter 1:
It wasn't exactly a surprise. He had been thinking about it for a while now. That much she knew. But still the piece of paper that she held in her hand detailed all that and more.
Dear Hermonie,
Don't be so shocked when you get this. I know that you know that I have been thinking about leaving for quite some time now. We are all in danger and war is at the edge of our doorstep. I will be attending another school in another country and don't bother trying to find me. Yes, I will be still trying to look for the horcruxes and will be destroying Voldemort, eventually.
I am leaving you and Ron 10 vials of liquid luck so please give them out. Hopefully you understand and don't blow up when reading this. I made my decision and thought about it for quite some time and I do understand that Sirius's death and Cedric's wasn't my fault; though it did take some time.
I will be training and hopefully you look over some of the spells that I attached to this letter, not of them are all that dangerous, but might help.
Harry
"Well that's Harry for you." Fred or was it George grabbed one of those small, sealed bottles and the other to his twin, who caught it.
"He cannot leave us like this. We're his friends." Ron spluttered, trying to compose himself.
Hermonie just stared at it, than shook her head. "We will just go on and hopefully Harry will give us some hint about where he went."
Meanwhile, Harry with a few disguises, one of them a small black cap with a very dark cloak he commissioned the last time he went to Diagon Alley, walked calmly to Gringotts Bank with the very 'friendly' and 'sociable' goblins.
"Master Sangrock, a pleasure. I want to withdraw some money from my vault." He said calmly. Nothing else showing, just a tiny bit of respect, that's all he knew was needed.
"Of course Mr. Potter. Your key." The goblin appraisingly looked at him.
He slid the key toward the goblin. He knew that while his letter mentioned his presence outside of the country, he hoped that this way he would have time to go unnoticed and get things done.
"Lord Black's will is to be released and your presence is required." Master Sangrock mentioned, casually.
"Oh. Well I'll be there. Thank you. Next time I come, can I take a heritage test?" This, he knew would show all of his hidden inheritances and properties.
"Yes, I'll notify the manager. You will have to be prepared as this is not usually done. Don't eat any meats or living beings."
"May I ask what type of magic will be done?"
"Bloodmagic." With that answer he thanked the goblin again and left, his cloak drawn up.
He mentally reviewed what he needed: a new wand (he had the parts for that), some daggers, some potions and to get to Hogwarts before July 30th.
He had done all of this planning months ago. His mind set for the war was changed. Hogwarts, while sort of was his home for a while, just wasn't good enough anymore. Dumbledore, he realized, just wasn't going to do anything for the war effort. While reading in the Room of Requirement, he realized that Hogwarts was one of the worst schools out there. Number 69 out of 200 schools. It may be the best in Britain and his parents and some of his ancestors had gone there. He would follow the first in his family, Hadrus Valeris and go to Astamus, the school of the mysterious. The school that nothing and yet everything is known about, the school that was hidden in the shadows and would prepare him more for Voldemort. He also knew that people ages 15 to 21 could attend, so he had plenty of time.
The name Valeris was his family's original name before they went into hiding, hundreds of years earlier and would later emerge as Potter. Valeris commanded power and prestige once. They were famed to know knowledge and aspire to become the best, the ruling power. Vampires, Fae, Veela, Werewolves and every other magical creature were treated as equals with them. Harry knew that he would bring back that power and make significant changes. Britain just wasn't enough to make that happen.
Ollivanders, looked still as shadowy as he remembered. He knocked slowly on the door, moved cautiously in and carefully fine tuned his senses and new Occlumency shields.
"Yes. Hello Mr. Potter, 11 inches holly and phoenix feather, correct." He moved with a slight feline grace.
"Yes, correct. However, I seem to feel that I need a new wand." Harry replied, not giving away anything.
"A new wand. My, my. Well that is certainly a surprise, not unexpected though." His silver eyes twinkled.
"I have some supplies, but first I want you to sign a contract for me, just a precaution." He pulled a piece of rolled parchment from his pocket.
"Of course." He pulled out a quill and cut his finger, pressing a bloody thumbprint on the paper. "We should go in the back." He then went and pulled the shades down and flipped the sign to Closed.
"Now the wand. I assume that you brought some materials?" Ollivander asked.
"Yes." He pulled a bag from his pocket and tipped it over the counter.
"My, my. Basilisk fang, a vial of your blood and the Agrain Dragon feather. This is certainly a surprise." Harry saw an unrestrained shudder of glee through the old man's face. Oh my.
"This will work right." He asked cautiously, snapping the man out of his fantasies.
"Of course," He said, almost snappishly, if that could happen, "Now I must ask, is your blood anyway not normal?"
"It has some basilisk poison and some other things in it." He replied, opting to not say anything about his inner dragon side effects.
The wand took nearly two hours to craft. Ollivander stepped out holding a beautifully carved 12 ½ inch basilisk bone wand with an Agrain Dragon feather and his blood holding it all together, in his hands. Runes were carved delicately on the bone for power, bloodmagic and his own family ancestry.
Harry could feel the effects immediately once he grasped the handle. Power flowed in tendrils and he felt that nothing could hold him back.
"This wand is a masterpiece. Treat it carefully and I must say I'm looking forward to what you will be able to accomplish with that tool." His eyes twinkled and at once Harry knew that he was part of the old Astamus alumni.
"Of course, Master Ollivander, you have my thanks and here is 200 gallons for your services." He then walked out of the shop; concealing the wand in the deep folds of his cloak and putting the hood back up.
He quickly gathered everything else that he felt he needed and at the Leaky Cauldron, he stepped into an unused room and put his invisibility cloak up and carefully apparated to Hogsmead, where he found the entrance to a hidden passage and silently walked to the Room of Requirement. Once there, he placed a spell on the portraits around him, covering their eyes with blinds and placed a silencing spell to ensure that he won't be seen or heard. Taking two watches out from his pocket, he opened a brick in the wall and placed the watch into it, making sure that the time was the same on both.
He then started to pace outside of the wall and wished time would remain the same on the outside and thus giving him time to train. He stopped walking back and forth once a door appeared and walked inside. Once inside he quickly opened the door took out the hidden watch and saw that the times remained the same. Yes! He thought.
-Well. Are we here.- Asked Sygra. She was the snake he had found at the pet shop. Black with silver strips adorned her long scaly body. He had wanted a pet that he could talk to and would respond back. That was what Hedwig lacked and plus he had found her intelligent enough that he could bounce ideas off of her and get feedback.
-Yes. We arrived. This is where we will be staying until I think that I am ready to go to Astamus.-
During his time in the Room of Requirement, he perfected his eyesight and knew that the rituals with the goblins would take care of the color. His messy black hair turned to shoulder length wavy and he tied it back with a band. He was now a few inches over 6 feet and built some muscles, but he was still lean and agile. With the help of books, he did a few simple bloodmagic rituals of strength and speed. The knives he had acquired in Knockturn Alley were good enough and he practiced his wandless levitating skills in order to levitate the knife to cut into his skin the runes for the bloodmagic. His knife throwing and swordsmanship skills improved, even though he now acquired some new dashing scars to prove his hard work. Furthermore, he was way past NEWT level for all subjects, even ancient runes and arithmancy, which he self studied. He had spent a year in the room and felt improved and ready.
He slid his daggers, sword and wand holders on him, putting his hair back in a simple braid and put the same black cloak on that he wore when he went to Gringotts.
Walking outside Hogwarts and back into Diagon Alley, he smoothly slid into line with the note that he received from Master Sangrock in his hands. He was here a few hours early than expected for Sirius's will reading and wanted to do the heritage test he had planned a few weeks ago.
"This way, please," A goblin led him to an empty room that he recognized for bloodmagic. Stone walls and a pentagon in the middle of the floor that was for both standard and obscure bloodmagic rituals.
"Welcome, Mr. Potter. Now, please change out of your clothes and place these white robes on instead, we will begin shortly." The goblin said, gesturing to the robes.
He quickly stripped out of his clothes and stood in the middle of the pentagon. A peculiar feeling swept over him and he felt that he already knew what to do. Taking the dagger from the goblin that arrived in the room, he levitated it and made cuts on his skin, though the light fabric, some he knew to press more on than others. Levitating that dagger back to the goblin, a light liquid was then poured over his cuts that he made and he held back a hiss of pain that almost escaped his lips. He could feel changes slowly making their way through his magic and physical features. He stayed in the same spot in the pentagon for what felt like hours and then once it was done, he slowly stretched and reached out with one hand that had runes on it already from his previous rituals to slowly absorb the magic from the runes made on the floor previously with blood. He felt different, the magic was moving through him easier. The goblin was looking at him critically and then made a nod of satisfaction.
"I applaud you Master Ragnock. Your efforts are worth it." He nodded toward him and tipped his head in thanks, noting that his voice became more baritone and silky.
"No need my lord, we just provided the means." He accepted.
"What was revealed?"
The goblin took the white parchment that was used and told him:
Lord of Valeris (Potter)- blood-father
Lord of Black-blood-godfather
Lord of Morrigan-blood-mother
"You are lord thrice over. You will now be known as Tristan Orion Julius Valeris, lord of Valeris, Black and Morrigan; Tristan for the new Valeris, Orion for the new Black and Julius for the new Morrigan.
He dressed himself then, noting that his bloodmagics were not affected. His black hair fell in silky waves to his shoulders, his eyes now a swirling mass of gold, silver and black and his cheekbones more prominent. He looked carefully and noted some Black and Morrigan characteristics that appeared, like the curve of his brow and his nose. Overall, he was not that affected by the ritual and was satisfied with it. He put his rings on, Valeris on the most prominent finger, the forefinger, Black on his middle and Morrigan on his fourth finger. Valeris, a dark stone with ruby red flecks and a gold band. Black, a cyan colored stone with small silver flecks, a platinum band. Morrigan, a deep burnished brown stown with medium purple flecks and a crimson gold band.
Tristan, as he was called now, was lead by a goblin to the meeting room. He pulled his cloak over his head and stood in the corner. He carefully noted each arrival. The Malfoys, the Weasleys, the Tonks family, Remus Lupin, Hermonie Granger, Albus Dumbledore and some Aurors, like Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt.
"Good. We are all here. Let us begin." Said Master Vertooth, Sirius's will reader. "I Sirius Orion Black, being sound of mind and body, state that this is my will. To Hermonie Granger, I leave the Grimmuald Black library and 20,000 gallons; this is for being a good friend to Harry and for supporting him. Thank you for rescuing me in your third year; you truly are the brightest witch of the age. To Ron Weasley, I leave my quidditch books and 20,000 gallons; this too is for being a good friend to Harry and for supporting him. To Remus Lupin, I leave a summer house in Spain and 40,000 gallons to buy yourself new clothes. Great times, Moony. To the Tonks family, I leave 40,000 gallons. To Fred and George Weasley, I leave the Marauder prank book and some sample pranks. To the Weasley family, I leave 30,000 gallons for thanks for taking care of Harry and for being a great family. To the Malfoy family, I leave a knut for not being worth anything. To Abus Dumbledore, I leave 20,000 gallons for Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. To Harry Potter, my godson, I leave the rest of the Black fortune and the Black name. You are the best and don't mourn me too much. Live your life and make your own decisions. This I leave in my name."
Tristan then left, he already knew what he received and went to send the letter he wrote to Headmistress Nvara Alefy of Astamus Academy of Magic in requesting permission to attend.
Dear Headmistress Nvara Alefy,
I am requesting permission to attend your academy. My forefather, Hadrus Valeris attended and I believe that even though I was not recruited by your talent hunters, I believe that I could have a chance to attend. I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which for hundreds of years does not know of Astamus Academy. I know that my OWL scores are not that good, but I believe that I would thrive better in that school and have been private tutoring myself for months now.
Please consider my request,
Tristan Valeris
He then, with all of his stuff packed and Sygra in a small, comfortable pouch in his bag, he left to get a private portkey to the Four Seasons hotel in Dublin, Ireland, where he knew an Astamus professor would be.